O but the rain

O but the rain

This is what the rain does when it comes in heavy bursts that last a day or more it catches us by surprise and seems to be an affront to our carefree natures how dare the heavens rain on our parade it drives us into self-reflection and the remembrance of rains past when we were children and the summer games were suddenly suspended or when we were lovers about to embark

It is a spanner in our works necessary rain that swells the fruit’s sweet succulence perks up lush lawns of chlorophyll yet is so often cursed through windows stained with the bitter tears of broken dreams